Date: 1786
"Add to this, that, whenever you sell the liberty of a man, you have the power only of alluding to the body: the mind cannot be confined or bound: it will be free, though its mansion be beset with chains."
preview | full record— Clarkson, Thomas (1760–1846)
Date: 1786
"'Tis thy pure spirit warms my Anna's mind. / Beams thro' the pensive softness of her form, / And holds its altar--on her spotless heart!"
preview | full record— Smith, Charlotte (1749-1806)
Date: 1787
"But let me give his m*****y a hint, / Fresh from my brain's prolific mint."
preview | full record— Wolcot, John, pseud. Peter Pindar, (1738-1819)
Date: 1787
"Again, when some desires retire, there are others akin to them, which grow up, and through inattention to the father's instructions, become both many and powerful, draw towards intimacies among themselves, and generate a multitude, seize the citadel or the soul of the youth, finding it evacuated...
preview | full record— Adams, John (1735-1826)
Date: 1788
"I would not hear / Aught else disturb the silent reign of death, / Save the dull ticking of a lazy clock. / That calls me home, and leads the pious soul / Through mazes of reflection, till she feels / For whom and why she lives"
preview | full record— Hurdis, James (1763-1801)
Date: 1788
"She knew none of the inhabitants of the vast city to which she was going: the mass of buildings appeared to her a huge body without an informing soul."
preview | full record— Wollstonecraft, Mary (1759-1797)
Date: 1788
"I am a wretch! and she heaved a sigh that almost broke her heart, while the big tears rolled down her burning cheeks; but still her exercised mind, accustomed to think, began to observe its operation, though the barrier of reason was almost carried away, and all the faculties not restrained by h...
preview | full record— Wollstonecraft, Mary (1759-1797)
Date: 1788
"My heart throbs high, as if 'twould burst its cell."
preview | full record— Williams, John [pseud. Anthony Pasquin] (1754-1818)
Date: 1789
"While in Fancy's ear / As in the evening wind thy murmurs swell, / The Enthusiast of the Lyre, who wander'd here, / Seems yet to strike his visionary shell, / Of power to call forth Pity's tenderest tear / Or wake wild frenzy--from her hideous cell!"
preview | full record— Smith, Charlotte (1749-1806)
Date: 1790
"If it is excessive, I will go to a house from whence no tyrant can remove me. I keep in mind always that the door is open, that I can walk out when I please, and retire to that hospitable house which is at all times open to all the world; for beyond my undermost garment, beyond my body, no man l...
preview | full record— Smith, Adam (1723-1790)